The threads you wove have turned to rope,
Angst of past has churned to hope,
Darkness of mind has blazed with light,
Surrows of soul have crazed with delight,
Trysts of love have sprouted into tale,
Stillness of heart has routed into gale,
Sound of words is kissed with spark,
Woes of past are missed with lark
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